He's relieved when this guy doesn't freak out at him, giving a sheepish grin before he turns his attention back to the shirts, and for a moment Peter does the same with the rack of hoodies he's been sifting through. No biggie, just a couple space refugees stocking up on goods, nothing weird here. After a few minutes he glances over to see what this guy is up to, and it's kind of hard to miss the little eyeballs peeking out at him.

"Is that a lizard?" he asks, kind of blurting the question out before he really means to. he tries not to be rude, but sometimes his mouth just acts faster than his brain.